Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
Never Happen to You - Part 2"'Caroline'?" the voice Chell now had a name for asked, sounding disapproving. "You know, in my day, we called our mothers either 'Mom' or 'Mommy.' Maybe 'Mother' if we were feeling particularly snotty."Never Happen to You - Part 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
"But you you're not " Chell got out. "I mean, you are, but you're not. Not really, I mean. I've never met you, and you're not."
There was complete silence for a moment, then GLaDOS's voice interrupted it. "Oh, dear. One of you would be sobbing right now if you were human, and the other is in a slight amount of shock. That confliction is a little difficult to deal with, but it was hardly unforeseen."
"I'm sorry," Chell said, knowing right away which was which. "I I didn't mean to upset you it's just most people don't get the chance to meet their mothers for the very first time at eighty-nine years old. I wasn't expecting it. I don't know what to say to you."
Caroline didn't respond for a moment, and when she did, her voice was tight
Still AliveCaroline had been Mr. Johnson’s secretary for far too long. She was so used to saying yes to him that she had forgotten she could also say no. And now that she remembered, now that she was having second thoughts and regrets, it was too late. He was long gone.Still Alive8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
She hadn’t really thought this project would actually come to fruition. Not in her lifetime, anyway. She’d hoped to die in the facility, in the little apartment she’d lived in for the past forty years, with Mr. Johnson at her side. But instead, she’d sat next to him, squeezing his hand as her eyes brimmed with tears. He was all she had. She’d hoped she wouldn’t have to live for too long without him.
And now she was going to live forever.
She wanted to fulfill Mr. Johnson's dying wish, of course. But as they strapped her into the machine, latching down her arms, legs and head to make sure she couldn’t move, she found herself wondering if she could still back out. The scientists
shipsand soships3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wind blows gently
taking this soul from here to there
fifty-two weeks fly loose from my hair
i grant my fears
to the air
those harbours from whom i drifted
may the waves sing songs to you
whichever grains your feet fall upon
may the skies above
i do not need those castles
made of clouds or built of sand
i shall mould a fortress
with the skills that i command
and should my efforts falter
it takes small faith to understand
that i will find your kindness
and your hand
to those whom i have met
you have my deepest thanks
you rocked me from my loneliness
kept my days from being blank
you are anchored to my wishes
you have acted as my buoys
i hope our coming days
are filled with joy
.:+Meryl+:. -read 1st-.:+Meryl+:. -read 1st-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seems like so long ago when I could say that name without choking. He was someone I loved. But now... I'm done with playing little love games.
Or at least that's what I try to tell myself.
Our relationship started like out of a storybook... riding off into the sunrise, on a snow mobile's back. He said he'd take a new direction in life - that up to that point, he had only lived for himself. Although I assured him that that's everyone... he said that maybe he should live for someone else.
Someone like me.
At the time, hearing those words made me giggle like a school girl. It had been exactly what I wanted to hear... because I fell in love.
He had taken me back to his place, and needless to say, we had finally got our love scene, and it was truly an amazing experience. The first few months were equally as amazing. I was acquainted with his dogs, and seeing him with them warmed my heart. Time was spent exploring the area, camping, even going to town. Dave showed me a lot of beauti
Do Stars Have Family?I'd like to listen to the partDo Stars Have Family?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That knows the course to take
To sell my possessions
Burn what remains
And then be enchanted
By whichever road I encounter next
To finally stop feeling envious
Of every traveler I meet and read about
And tread those paths myself
Winter is around the corner
So then I'll just wait until spring
To break into freedom
As flowers break into blossom
Wander fresh paths
And leave everything behind
Like a star crossing infinite space
But wait, they have a course to stick to
So, rather like a bird... or tumbleweed?
But don't you need an education?
Don't you need a future?
Don't I need freedom a lot more?
From needing to become somebody
By gaining status and wealth
All those things that won't enrich my life
Only make it more cluttered
And your family?
How could you ever explain yourself to them?
Oh, yes... family
The one thing that keeps me
From growing a beard
Down some winding chinese road
Such sweet human shackles
So we somehow keep pushi
from two months earliertake me, swing me, breathefrom two months earlier3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and buck beneath me,
words purging nerves, and
nerves slurring slurs, each
attempt at magic
is the spell, is the curse-
i am entranced. your
voice your ticks your hands.
cool me calm, call me
quiet. paint my shadows
white in private, watch
them slowly become silent.
what is time? i said
to you long ago, 'time aches,
and time is slow, there was
never a better time to go.'
you were drunk and it was
only a whisper, 'all i think about
is you when i am with her.'
love is fast when the summer blisters,
all i think about is you when i am with her.
on prosetryok. can i be honest with you? i wanted to be an alloy. i wanted to be a mixture of two imperfect metals that made something completely different, completely radical, completelyon prosetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you were the imperfect metal to my imperfect metal, this is: nerdy girl mantra take one, and i can even dance for you while i sing it, if you'd like- you are the imperfect (hip tilt) metal to my (lip lilt) imperfect metal (hair whip) and the heat of the summer (panty slip) binded us together- (irish jig) and for the ever-present pressure (eye flit) that would have crushed us separately, (tongue flip) it would have only held us, (shoulder bit) closer, (forehead kiss) together, (mouth to mouth shit) forever-- and i did that all in one take, second in class, cute southern piece of ass, but i'm not that cute, and i'm only really southern in the summer or around my grandmother, and i don't have much of an ass. but you get the point. and i was quite a catch- and us being an alloy and all, well me bei
unearthingthe arch of my back inunearthing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staccato rhythm does
not rise you from the
you are still dead
and my dance is as
heavy as the earth i
i am sorry that the only
weight i carry for you is the
pnumonic ache in my bones
RainOnce upon a time, the whole world was a happy loving place. The moon, sun, sky, and earth were all very good friends, and everyone was at peace.One day though, the moon and the sun got angry at each other and went to live on opposites sides of Earth.Rain6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
The sky was both of their friends, and soon she was put in the middle of it, and the Earth was soon forgetten in the upcoming mess.
The first day the sun came up and upon hearing the the sky still was friends with the moon, he began to yell at the sky. This made her very sad, and she began to cry and it fell to the dry earth as rain, and soon lakes and rivers were made.
The sun finally left and upon hearing the sun gone, the moon came out. She had too heard that the sky was friends with the sun still, and ignored the sky, and this made her very sad, and the the extreme coldness made her tears fall as ice.
Well the previously dry Earth now had rivers streams, puddles, oceans, and snow, and it was about drowning in it all.
" Sky, " said eart
pain...the pain..pain...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pain i go through everyday
so unbearable i cant stand it anymore..
the tears i cry from the pain i have always leaving me with the tracks down my cheeks for everyone to see
never numbing..paing always there never leaving just growing more intense
as the days go onn....
pushing me away from everyone into a darkness i dotn want
will i ever come back? can i stand the pain any longer?
i dont know
To Those Who Don't Give A F---I am oneTo Those Who Don't Give A F---4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
100% me type a gal.
I don't pretend to be
someone I'm not.
So I don't deal with
you're all fake.
Rehab for Roleplayers - IntroWelcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Intro5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Introduction: How to Spot a Drow Illusionist
I can identify a habitual roleplayer from fifty paces. Those who've been spooked by my asking whether they're a roleplayer within ten seconds of reading their fiction will know what I'm talking about.
"But how did you know?" they gasp. When I'm done chuckling, I explain that I know they are a roleplayer, because they write like a roleplayer.
There's usually a pause, then, while the writer decides to what degree they're going to feel offended by this statement, and/or wonders whether I've been stalking them, before they pose the next question: "What, exactly, do you mean by that?"
What I mean is this: roleplayers almost invariably share the same basic writing habits, and some of these habits stand out as flaws in their non-RP material.
Many people develop their interest in writing
The ForecasterMy brother's solemn predictions often landed him in trouble, even though he was frequently correct. One morning he placed his trembling hands on my shoulders. I was busy, fishing. But I knew at once from the pressure of his fingers, from the grave way he spoke my name that something was amiss. "Tae," he whispered, "Atlantis is sinking."The Forecaster4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember my first reaction was to laugh. Shau shook me, frustrated. "I do not jest!" he hissed. "I am certain, Tae."
Brushing away his palms, I cast my gaze to the river. There had not been a single quirk of the line. I adored Shau, yet, I despised his antic, paranoid ways: he would never be a hunter. "You have frightened away our meal! Please attend your duties, Shau. Stop fretting. The continent is fine."
Shau did not relent; he twisted my wrist until I was forced to heed.
note 18i am an avalanche,note 183 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you will come
Melt- MikuXKaitoMelt ~ Meruto MikuXKaito Enjoy~ OH! And please read discrpition! I'm taking requests also! Thanks >////Melt- MikuXKaito4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
daythe sun shines downday5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i sit in the meadow looking up
at the bright blue sky
as i look up at the sky,soft white cloudes roll by and the trees gently
russel in the warm summer wind
i sit there ih the warm wind
in this bright sunny day
breathing in the warm,calm
realxing smell of today
the warm wind blows through my hair
warming and cooling the back of my neck
creating the sense of calm i havent felt in a long time
how could anyone be sad on a day like this
YesterdayYesterday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yesterday a tree fell on my face.
It was not a fun experience
Yet now I can look back and laugh.
My Argument for Same Sex MarriageSame-sex marriage is a polarized issue that many Americans fear will result in economic, legal, and social repercussions. Gay Marriage has an extensive history in cultures around the world beginning in ancient times and still causes controversy today. However, there is much research showing the long and short term benefits gay marriage has on society. Many people are still uninformed about the history, psychology and sociological effects of one of the greatest debates in modern history.My Argument for Same Sex Marriage3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Same-sex marriage has its roots in the very beginning of recorded civilization, beginning with Africa. Within African tribal society, barren women would often take other women to be their brides. These 'female husbands' were granted the full rights of a male husband, including damages should the wife share sexual intimacy outside of the marriage. In Egyptian and Mesopotamian cultures, homosexual marriages were recognized as law; proof of this can be
Please...We don't hate you for being straight...Please...4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
..why hate us for being gay?
I look around...we aren't any different.
But not if we are brought down.
We cannot help who we love, whether they be male, female, or none of the above; Love Is Love, No Matter What.
So, the next time you say, "That's gay!' "Fag! "Slut." "Homo!" "Queer!" Please, stop and think about this;
How are we different from you?
We all have...
One pair of lips.
It Gets Better.Hi there. Usually when I write something, its because of some deeper reason or something. But this time, I'm writing so I can just try and confess some things. I don't know if I want the people close to me to read this, mainly because if they did they'd probably think I was lying or that I was in trouble. But I'm fine. For this one, I just want to write this because I feel the need to confess some things. Well for one thing, I'm a fifteen year-old junior living in North Carolina, and I've tried to commit suicide multiple times. That's sorta melodramatic, but it's the truth. When I was in 3rd grade, I'd try and suffocate myself by hanging myself or tying a scarf around my neck. I just .I always knew I was different from the other people. I didn't think the boys were cute, or that they were all that great. I'd rather spend time with the girls. But even back then .I knew being who I was, was wrong. So I kept it in. I lied to myself for years. But the pain and emptiness was stillIt Gets Better.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This